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Tillin’ time.

25 Jul



There are a lot of things I’m looking forward to as I move back to my hometown this weekend — more time with family, going back to my home church, seeing my dogs. But getting my hands dirty in my parent’s garden is definitely at the top of my list.


Garden-planting time was so essential to my childhood, it’s hard to imagine someone growing up without that experience. When I was a kid, I’d run out to the garden in my bare feet (ick!) and play sort of a hopscotch game where I would jump into the footprints my dad would make as he tilled the dirt.


Naturally, I’d be a filthy mess by the time we’d go in for supper, but I didn’t care too much. I had a fascination with dirt growing up. And the smell of freshly cut grass. And running in the yard barefoot. I’m pretty sure someone dropped me on my head when I was a baby.


My dad would try to get me to steer the tiller, but it’s a bit loud, and I was always afraid I’d cut my feet off. I obviously wasn’t extremely logical, being that the blades were toward the front of the tiller, and one’s body is shielded by the encasing. Duh.


So, naturally, the first thing I did when I stayed with my parents a few weeks back was jump out of bed at the crack of dawn and take pictures of my dad tilling. Except he didn’t offer to let me till this time. He did, however, offer to get rid of my camera if I didn’t stop taking pictures of him. Silly man.



Another thing I ABSOLUTELY loved (and continue to enjoy) about gardens is that they tend to attract frogs. Well, I think they’re actually toads, but who cares? I sort of squeal (literally) with joy over each one I see. And I must, absolutely must, pick them up. I’d kiss them if I didn’t already have my prince!


So, fair warning: There will be multiple recipe postings in the future consisting of ways to use amazingly fresh and delicious veggies. And possibly more frog (er, toad) glamour shots to come.


Until next time,



Being Five

26 Aug

Dear friend,

Do you ever wonder who generate the ideas that become children’s toys? If you haven’t payed attention to children’s TV or waltzed down the toy aisle lately, you’ve probably missed out on the latest craze for Dinosaur Train. It’s alright if you don’t know what I’m talking about – I had no idea such things as dinosaur trains could even exist, or had a need to.

But they do, apparently. And my nephews seem to love them. So, for my youngest nephew’s fifth birthday celebration, he received a splattering assortment of little dinosaurs…with a train set. Some of the creatures’ heads were so big that the figurines could not even stand up. That’s beside the point, however. The point is, I have no idea where the creative genius of people comes from that would inspire someone to even imagine that placing dinosaurs on a train set could ever generate revenue – who knew?

Other than that, I had the chance to see my brother and his family’s new home today. It’s a country home in a very small town – and not too far from where I currently live. I absolutely fell in love with its charm. And also with their morsel of a cat, Sugar. What a sweetie  – no pun intended!

Until next time,